Moon Base.
At the apex of the observatory dome, a girl stood motionless, her figure outlined against the curved glass. She stared at the distant planet, the light of Earth reflecting in her eyes.
"Five days left," she whispered, voice soft as breath. "Emery... where are you?"
Behind her, quiet footsteps echoed on the crystal-tiled floor. A young man approached and stopped a respectful distance away.
"Master Klea," he said, bowing slightly. "It's time."
It was Hardy—her student, the Kaleos prince. Though not long removed from the Academy—having graduated just nine months ago—he bore the composure of one far older. He had served as Klea's aide these past weeks, helping prepare for what was to come.
Klea didn't reply immediately. Her gaze lingered on Earth for one final moment. Then she turned, all softness gone, her expression now firm as steel.
"Let's go."
